“ you’re being PLAYED. ”   his voice isn’t much above a whisper, just barely loud enough for his message to reach its recipient without invading anyone’s personal space. he’s here only to listen, get information, while trying to look like he belongs to a place as shady as this. almost every person around the poker table is a person of interest, save for the dealer and whom he can trust to be an innocent bystander  ( a mark for the others )  from how the game keep putting them under a spotlight. it’s not exactly necessary for him to help out anyone here, but dylan figures it’s not gonna hurt him to prevent the one decent person from losing all of their money and getting them the hell out before getting associated to the other people in the room.   “ that guy at the end of the table — he’s been counting down turns with his fingers ever since you started winning. now if i’m reading this correctly, you’ve got TWO TURNS before you’re gonna hit rock bottom. ”

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